Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, life is a balance
You lose your grip you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these n***as trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away due to the days that he caught our hearts
He's falling apart but we deny it
Justifying that half a** sh** he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this n***a was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he said his sh** was purer and he
The type of n***a swear he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say something to contest him
So he grows out of control into the person that he truly was all along, it's starting to show, damn
Wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing n***as based off the words they be rappin'
But come to find out, these n***as don't even write they sh**
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the sh**
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well f** it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old sh**, knowin' he won't top it
False prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
False prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's been had
By all the legends
So every time I see him, he stressin'
Talkin' 'bout, n***a's don't f** with him, the sh** is depressin'
And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessin's
God damn n***a, you too blind to see you got fans n***a
And a platform to make a cla**ic rap song
To change a n***a life, but you too anxious livin' life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever f**in' did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a f** who f**in' with it
But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a n***a up late
Writin' words, hopin' people observe the dedication
That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the music or is there more to me?
Do I want these n***a's to worship me?
False prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
False prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
These rappers insecure
They talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain't even sure
'Bout who they are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in that category
As a n***a who done had the glory
My highest moments come from tellin' all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to write songs that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came from tryin' too hard
To impress some n***as that couldn't care for more
Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' bout opinions
I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish
This is dedicated to the ones who listen to me on some faithful sh**
I'm on some thankful sh**
But the real God is in you, not the music you coppin'
I hear my old sh** and I know I can top it
False prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
False prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
Haha, you heard him, he said it
Fire, fire
We good bro
Yo thank you man, hell yeah